Brushing My Teeth with a Candlestick in Unconscious Reverence of Daniil Kharms

This morning, when I awoke, I rolled over in my bed directly onto my bedside table. In consequence, a candlestick of unknown and unknowable origin became urgently and essentially lodged in between my teeth, and, by sheer and unbridled conincidence, removed several layers of plaque from my molars. Alone with the taste of wax, I stuttered.

Really, that's about it.